Books author - "Mary MacLane"
ey have eaten the small body by now, and enjoyed it. Always worms enjoy a body to eat.And also the Devil rejoiced. And I rejoiced with the Devil. They are more pitiable, I insist, than I and my sand and barrenness--the mother whose life is involved in divorces and fights, and the worms eating at the child's body, and the wooden headstone which will presently decay. And so the Devil and I rejoice. But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried-up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the
ey have eaten the small body by now, and enjoyed it. Always worms enjoy a body to eat.And also the Devil rejoiced. And I rejoiced with the Devil. They are more pitiable, I insist, than I and my sand and barrenness--the mother whose life is involved in divorces and fights, and the worms eating at the child's body, and the wooden headstone which will presently decay. And so the Devil and I rejoice. But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried-up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the